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Don't Piss off The PA	By : Strailo Category: Marvel Verse Movies > Avengers, The Views: 5865 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach or Avengers, nor the characters from them. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Title: Don’t Piss of the Personal Assistant
Fandom: Avengers/Bleach
Characters: Ichigo, M’Baku, T’Challa
Chapter: 8
Word count: 1645
Warnings: nothing really, language
AN: So I edited this on stream. It was last stage edits and they don’t ever take long to do but I also wrote out this AN on stream. It was kind of fun.

But to note: I do have the flu and I am still healing from that. I missed Monday cause wow did I feel like hell. Especially after a trip to the ER. But here it is, this week’s chapter! Enjoy.

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Watching as Ichigo settled onto a low sitting bench, M’Baku tucked his hands into his pockets and walked over to him with a smile. Ichigo was carefully fingering the petals of a large flower that was near his head, just petting it with the very tip of a finger.

“When the flower is nearly withering on the stem, our gardeners pluck them and crush them for their oils. The oils are used in creating candles and sprays that help keep bugs out of a home. The rest of the flowers are then boiled. Their color cooks out and leaves the bits a dull gray. But the color creates a vibrant dye that we use,” M’Baku said, sitting down next to Ichigo. “The rest of the plant is useful for healing herbs too. Every year, we look at our list and uproot those plants that are five years, taking a trimming to replace them, and the rest used in useful items.”

“Does Ramonda-san control that part of the royal businesses?” Ichigo asked. M’Baku nodded. “Another way to create money for the African fund to I take it?”

“Indeed. Outside of all of the processing costs and paying those who do the jobs that are needed, we place the money from the sales into the donation fund,” M’Baku told him. “She in turn helps others grow their own gardens. We do not want to tax the jungle for our various other dyes and such after all. Each plant here is useful in some way,” he continued. “My own village has started to do the same since my grandfather’s time. It is of great help to all and now that we can more freely spread our money outside of our borders, I am sure that we will find more call for our dyes.”

“I’m sure that you can all work out how best to grow them in green houses in bulk. That way you can give more people from the outside a good job to send money to family and offer cheap housing on top of that…” Ichigo shrugged. “It would help spread the wealth a little better without seeming like charity to those who don’t want charity but a job. Give more help to those families who need it too.” He smiled. “You and T’challa are doing god work now.”

M’Baku smirked. “It is mostly his mother who does such good works. She was always very vocal, from what I am told, about helping where they could.” His eyes followed the way that Ichigo leant back, resting on his hands, running down the lean body and long legs that were stretched out before him.

Ichigo just looked at him in amusement. “You seem to really enjoy looking at me for whatever reason. Is it because I am an exotically colored Japanese male?” he asked teasingly. “Or is it because I’m an exotically colored Japanese male who likes pretty, pretty dresses?”

M’Baku chuckled and shrugged. “It is because you caught our interest during the many talks that we have had in the last six months. You have proven that you have Tony well in hand, but you are also comfortable enough to talk about your family before us. Considering we are near strangers, that is...enticing.”

Ichigo murmured wordlessly. “You’re a human. You have your own families. I am proud of my sisters and how they have grown as young women. The only reason why we ended up moving to the United States was because Japan has to many memories for my mental health. Luckily our father was offered a research position for research that he’s been wanting to do. My sisters also wished to go to a better school for their future, and they so happened to be in New York. Luckily for me, I was accepted to New York University. I would have liked to go to Columbia University for various reasons, but I hadn’t gotten in my application in time for that.” He smiled. “But with NYU, I have other classes that I could take for my minor along with my major. And they didn’t clash.”

M’Baku smiled. “How do you balance your family, college life, and working the hours you do?” he asked.

“Mostly? Online courses that I can do whenever I have time.” Ichigo leant forward, pulling his legs up to scratch lightly at one ankle. “I try to arrange it so that I only have two classes that I must attend in person, or via video conference. And I go in once a week to meet with my online teachers to discuss anything I need to discuss. I have a long-standing appointment with them to meet on Friday’s around four. I get off at two on Friday’s for that reason. I usually speak about my assignments that were turned in, or just dropping things off. Sometimes, I’m on-call for work and work from home.”

“Are you in classes now? Is this taking you away from them?” M’Baku frowned. His voice was worried.

Ichigo smiled and shook his head. “It’s Spring Break. It’s a week-long vacation that schools use as a way to expend energy before midterms. I’m taking advantage of it to do this,” he said. “That and I’m making some good money from the Accords Council to gather the ExVengers,” he continued. He flicked his hair back over his shoulder. “They’re not really sure as to how to classify those of us who are a part of the Spiritual world still. They are working on creating subcategories for those of us who want to work with them though.”

“For those who are like you, I take it. You are a God of Death, or rather born from one,” M’Baku mused, getting an amused look.

“A Death God, Shinigami, if you want to get technical. We are more akin to deities then actual Gods to be truthful. Reio-sama is a God. The God if you really want to get down to it. They created what we know, and those Gods that were once. And no matter where they came from, they are connected to Them,” Ichigo said. “They have many names. Many forms and many titles that They are known as. But They are just Them.”

“No gender, I see. Just a being who has the power to Create,” M’Baku said. He felt the power that sat deep within his soul vibrate, humming in contentment. “I Think that I would like to learn more of this World of the Dead.”

Ichigo hummed a tuneless sound as he stood and brushed off his ass. M’Baku didn’t bother to hide the fact that he rather enjoyed the view, Ichigo rolling his eyes. “Like I said, read the books by Urahara. He’s going to start putting out more books that go into the various parts of the spiritual side of things next month. The last that I heard, he was going over the final copies, making sure that the facts are all there and weren’t changed by his editor or someone else. The contract that he has signed makes it so that they can’t change facts that he has laid out in his book. But he is still paranoid about things.”

M’Baku chuckled as he pushed up and off the bench. “I will have to start reading his books tonight then,” he said, offering his arm to Ichigo. The redhead sent him a coy look and hooked his hand over his arm, walking into the palace and towards his room. “Tony has gone to bed from what I know. He is still on a very strict schedule of rest, and I believe that today was tiring for him,” he said, nodding to the door across the hall from Ichigo’s room.

“Yes. Dr. Strange has said that his healing with them will take quite a bit of energy out of him for a while. Most of the days he has been lounging on the couch, mostly working on paperwork or creating something to start building. I believe that he focused on making the braces that he created for Rhodes-san more readily available. It would help those who are relearning how to walk do so on a faster time scale,” Ichigo said as he smiled. “A lot of simulations are going into them. Now, before I go into my bedroom, shower off the day, and hydrate my poor skin, answer me this: What are you looking for from me?” he asked, turning to look at M’Baku.

M’Baku looked down and growled lowly in pleasure as his eyes flicked to behind Ichigo. T’Challa smirked as he walked up to them. “You know that M’Baku and I have a thing that is, as Americans say, a on and off thing. Occasionally, when we are on, we sometimes take a third to bed with us. You are one such person that we would like to invite to our bed, but we do not wish to push you into it if you do not,” he said. Ichigo looked up at T’Challa and raised an eyebrow before he swept toffee eyes over the men.

“I can tell you now that I will think about it,” he finally said. His lips tugged into a teasing grin before he squeezed M’Baku’s arm, reaching out brush his hand over T’Challa’s arm to. “Have a good night, you two. And thank you, M’Baku, for the fabric for my sisters. I am sure that Yuzu will be able to create many a pretty item with it.”

M’Baku chuckled as he bowed his head. “I wish to see pictures of whatever she creates, please,” he requested.

“I’ll send the pictures to both of you. And then you can show whoever you wish to before I post it to Instagram as usual,” Ichigo replied. Opening the door, he stepped inside and closed the door with a smile aimed at them.
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